Chapter 119 - 115
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Typhoid Mary had a striking, almost unnerving presence. Standing at 1.78 meters tall, she had a fit, voluptuous figure with pale skin and a rosy complexion. She wore black jeans secured by a brown belt, though her left leg's jean was torn open up to the thigh, revealing torn fishnet stockings underneath. Her upper body was clad in a white cropped top that revealed just enough to draw attention, and over it, she wore a black leather jacket. A circular black tattoo on her exposed abdomen added a touch of edgy style to her appearance.
But what stood out most was her long, blood-red hair, cascading like a river of fire. Her beauty was disturbing, almost morbid, and her fanatical gaze only heightened her dangerous allure. She seemed like a living embodiment of a succubus—someone capable of devouring anyone who crossed her path.
Faced with a woman as volatile as Typhoid Mary, most would feel terror creeping into their bones. But the two newcomers, Natasha and Leon, showed no emotion. Leon, in particular, glanced at the crazed woman with disinterest, as though her deadly charm meant nothing to him.
His sharp instincts kicked in instantly, analyzing her every detail. He could tell from a glance that Typhoid Mary had formidable abilities—likely the strongest combatant among Kingpin's crew, and her skillset was remarkably well-rounded.
At the same time information from Sky Blade on her came as well. Her backstory, he realized, was one of tragedy, typical of an anti-hero with a violent and ruthless streak. Only someone like Kingpin could manage to keep her under control. With a team like this, even Little Spider would struggle to deal with them.
As Typhoid Mary gazed at Leon with a twisted smile, her expression screamed, I'm going to tear your heart out and savor it. But Leon ignored her completely, focusing his attention on Kingpin and Obadiah. This infuriated her. Her blood-red lips twisted into a cruel grin, and with a swift motion, she drew two razor-sharp knives from her back, ready to strike.